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For the families of Sunnybrook Elementary School in L.A., it was a special morning. Today, the second graders in Miss Parker's small class would be sharing stories about their families with not just their classmates but also with their classmates’ families. This special event was part of Family Week, a celebration aimed at highlighting the diversity and inclusivity that the school prided itself on. With just fifteen second grade students in the class, plus their parents, the atmosphere today was warm and intimate, making it easier for everyone to connect and feel comfortable.

To create a relaxed environment, the classroom had been transformed into a cozy gathering space. Brightly colored pillows were scattered across the carpeted floor, and parents and children alike settled down on them in a semi-circle. The informal setting helped to ease any nervousness the little kids might have felt, making it feel more like a big family gathering than a school event.

Among the students was little Sophie Heath-Press, now 7 years old. She had been nervous about the whole “talking-in-front-of-others” thing earlier in the week, but after getting some help and encouragement from her moms and brother, she was now eager to share all about her family.

“Sophie, are you ready?” Miss Parker asked, crouching down in front of Sophie with an encouraging smile. The girl nodded confidently, and the teacher smiled in return. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? And look who’s here!”

“Hi, Miss Parker,” Christen greeted the teacher with a gentle smile as she and Tobin settled down next to Sophie on the floor. Sophie beamed at her moms, glad to have them there supporting her.

“Hey, baby, you feeling okay? If you get nervous, just let us know, okay?” Christen asked, her voice soft and reassuring, combing Sophie's light-brown hair with her fingers.

Next to her, Tobin smiled to herself, noticing how Christen was, as always, so protective of their daughter. Not that she herself wasn't protective of their kids too—because she definitely was—but Christen had her own way of showing it.

“Yes, Mama. I’m good!” Sophie replied, her eyes bright with excitement.

“You’re gonna be great, munchkin,” Tobin said, wrapping an arm around the little girl's shoulders and then whispering in her ear, “We’re right here with you, ‘kay?”

“Thanks, Mommy,” Sophie whispered back, matching Tobin’s smile and feeling even more confident.

“Hi again, everyone. Now, this is Sophie and her moms. I'll let her introduce them and her family. Let's all give a round of applause for them!” Miss Parker announced.

The room filled with applause as children and parents alike clapped for Sophie and her mothers. The little family sat together on the floor, surrounded by everyone else, ready for the girl to begin sharing her story.

“Hi…” Sophie began, her voice a bit shy as she glanced around at all the people in the room. But when she spotted a few friendly and familiar faces and saw her moms smiling at her with encouragement, she felt a wave of calm wash over her. “My name is Sophie, and these are my moms. They are the best moms in the whoooole world.”

A chorus of “awwwww’s” spread through the classroom, and Tobin and Christen blushed slightly. They had helped Sophie get organized with the project and choose family pictures, but they hadn’t scripted what she was going to say. Sophie was naturally spontaneous, and they wanted her to speak from her heart.

“My mommy’s name is Tobin, and she likes playing soccer and watching soccer and sports a lot. Sometimes she yells at the TV during soccer games, and that’s funny,” Sophie explained matter-of-factly, drawing laughter from the audience, including her moms. “She’s the coach for Angel City, and that's my favorite team because my mommas played there, too, a long time ago. My Mommy makes yummy pancakes for me, Mama, and my brother every Saturday. She gives the bestest hugs, and we read stories together every night. Oh, and she also likes painting, and sometimes my brother and I paint with her. One day, we all painted my new bedroom, and that was super fun!”

Hearing those words, Tobin discreetly elbowed Christen, who was sitting next to her, and bit her lip to keep from laughing. Christen almost snorted, quickly covering her mouth to stifle the sound. As Sophie continued to speak, a memory came rushing back to them…

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It was a bright Saturday morning, and the whole family had gathered in Sophie’s room, ready to transform the old pastel green walls from when she was a baby into a colorful room for the now ‘big girl’ who had just turned five. Tobin had suggested a garden theme, with flowers and butterflies, and Sophie had enthusiastically agreed.

“Okay, we’re almost finished here… oh, Chris, Chris! Careful with the—” Tobin started to warn, but it was too late.

“What? Oh, shit!” Christen exclaimed as the paint can she hadn’t noticed tumbled to the middle of the room, spilling bright purple paint all over the floor.

“Mama said a bad word!” Josh, who had been helping Tobin paint some purple flowers on the wall, covered his mouth to hide a laugh, inadvertently smearing his cheek with the paint-covered hand.

“Mama, we have to paint the wall, not the floor!” Sophie declared, her voice filled with the seriousness only a five-year-old could muster in such a situation.

“I know, Soph, it was an accident…” Christen mumbled. “I didn’t see the can there, crap.”

At this, Sophie gave her mother another pointed look, hands on her hips in an imitation of how Christen herself often stood when giving instructions. “Mama, that’s another bad word.”

Tobin, trying to hold back her laughter, handed Josh a rag to clean his cheek while helping Christen with the spill. “Chris, you’re going to owe the swear jar big time after this.”

“I know, I know,” Christen sighed, giving Sophie an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll try to be more careful with my words.”

After a few more moments of chaos —that included Sophie trying to direct the cleanup efforts as though she were the project manager, and Tobin juggling her roles as painter, cleaner, and peacemaker— they all finally stood back to admire their work. The room was now a beautiful burst of colors and the girl kept hopping up and down like an excited bunny. Tobin and Christen exchanged a knowing look and a smile, both of them tired and covered in splashes of paint, but happy about the joy in their youngest child’s face.

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“My Mama’s name is Christen. She always reads to me before bed too, and she gives the best hugs and I love cuddling with her every morning. I like doing puzzles with her—she's really good at it and makes reaaally big puzzles, and I always help her. I love when Mama does my hair like this,” Sophie explained, pointing at her neat braids. “She’s super good at making my hair look beautiful like hers. Mama also does interv… interv…” Sophie frowned, trying to think of the right word. “She asks questions to a lot of people who play sports, and she's really good at it.”

As Sophie talked, Christen and Tobin exchanged a smile. They hadn’t known exactly how their daughter was going to describe their jobs, so hearing the little girl explain everything in her own words, and from her point of view, was both entertaining and heartwarming.

Sophie continued, “Mama and Mommy work together and they help girls who play sports. Mama is like the boss, but she also talks to people on her podcast with Mommy. Oh, and one time, I went with my mommas to one of their interviews and Mama and I did our hair the same way and I liked that a lot.”

The memory of that day came rushing back to Christen as Sophie spoke, and it was one of those moments she knew she’d treasure forever…

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Christen was standing in front of their bedroom mirror, carefully braiding her hair. Later, Tobin and her had an interview scheduled to promote a new show RE-INC was going to launch next month. While she usually let her wild curls run free, today she had more time to prepare, so she decided to try something different. As she meticulously twisted her hair into neat braids, a small figure appeared in the doorway: Sophie, her four-year-old daughter, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Hey, baby girl! How are you? How was your nap?” Christen asked, smiling at the girl through the mirror.

“Good. Whatcha doing, Mama?”

“Just getting ready for work. Are you excited to come with me and Mommy to work today?”

Sophie wandered over to a pillow on the floor and sat down. She watched Christen with curious eyes. “We go to mommas work?”

“Yes, baby. Your Mommy and I have an interview today.”

“What’s an interview?”

“Oh, well, a very nice lady is going to ask me and Mommy questions about our work,” Christen explained, adjusting one of her braids.

“Oh,” Sophie said, processing this new information. After a moment, she tilted her head and looked up at her mom. “You’re very pretty, Mama.”

Christen’s heart melted at the compliment. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. You’re so adorable! But you’re the prettiest!”

“I want my hair like yours.”

“You want braids like Mama?” Christen asked, turning around to look at the girl and pointing to her hair. Sophie nodded eagerly. “I can do that. Would you like me to?”

“Yes! I want my hair like yours. I wanna be pretty like Mama.”

Christen’s heart swelled with love as she crouched down to be at Sophie’s eye level, gently stroking her cheek. “Aw, baby, you’re already the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. But I can do your braids, and we can both go to me and Mommy’s work with the same style. What do you think?”

“Yes!” Sophie squealed with excitement.

After finishing her own braids, Christen carefully started working on Sophie’s wavy hair. The little girl’s face lit up with joy as her hair slowly transformed into a style identical to her mama’s.

“That’s it, baby! Do you like it?” Christen asked after a few minutes, holding up a hand mirror for Sophie to see.

“I look like you!”

Christen couldn’t help but laugh softly at Sophie’s joy and pulled her daughter into a tight hug. “We’re totally matching, yeah! Should we go show Mommy how we’re matching before we all go to the interview?”

“Yes! Mommyyyy!” Sophie cried out, running out of the bedroom in search of Tobin. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”

Tobin, who was just finishing up in the bathroom, poked her head out. “What is it?! Oh, you look so pretty, princess!”

“Yes, Mama did my hair, and we match!”

“You do? Oh, wow, you’re totally twinning. I love it!”

“I think we’re ready for the interview,” Christen said, stepping into the hallway with a proud smile.

“The journalist's gonna love this,” Tobin added with a grin, taking in the sight of her wife and daughter together.

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Back in Mrs. Parker’s classroom, Sophie looked at Christen as if searching for something. The brunette smiled, already knowing what her daughter wanted, and handed her a piece of paper—a photograph. Sophie took it and showed it to her classmates and the parents.

“This is a picture of my mommas, my brother, and me. But here, I was still in my Mama’s belly, so you can’t see me,” Sophie explained, pointing at the photo. In the picture, three-year-old Josh sat between Christen and Tobin in front of a big Christmas tree, with Christen’s large pregnant belly visible. Sophie’s small finger traced over Christen’s belly in the photo. “Mama says I kicked and moved a lot, but I don’t remember that because I was really little. And my Mommy said that I made Mama really hungry, so she had to cook a lot for her.”

“Grilled cheese sandwiches, especially,” Tobin added with a warm smile. “And now this little one loves those, too.”

Sophie nodded and grinned, then carefully took out another photograph—this one just of her and Josh, hugging each other and smiling at the camera. It was from their last family holiday in London.

“This is my brother Josh. He’s ten years old, and he’s my big brother. He always takes care of me, plays with me, and makes me laugh. I love him to like a million hundred,” she declared with a big smile. “I like playing hide and seek and drawing with him. And we always play soccer together—he’s super good and teaches me tricks. He’s always teaching me new games and new things too! He knows everything, and I want to be like him when I grow up.”

Sophie’s words brought a soft murmur of appreciation and warm smiles from the audience. It was clear that the little girl adored her brother and indeed she did...

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It had been a long day, and four-year-old Sophie was exhausted. They’d been visiting friends, and while it had been fun, the girl was now tired and cranky. Sitting in her car seat, she started to cry, her little face red and tears rolling down her cheeks. Josh, sitting beside her in the back seat, tried to comfort her the best way a seven-year-old could.

“Hey, Soph! Look, wanna see a magic trick?!”

Sophie kept crying, shaking her head no, but Josh wasn’t discouraged. He knew his sister well, and usually, she paid a lot of attention to him.

“Sophieeee, boooo!” Josh called out, then made a funny face that finally caught Sophie’s attention. Her cries slowed as she looked at him, still hiccuping. “I’ll show you a magic trick! It’s super special and super secret! Wanna see it?!”

“Okay,” Sophie answered, a frown still on her face, but now she looked curiously at her brother.

“Here, watch when Mommy stops…”

“Oh, Joshy, is it that super magical trick with the car? Sophie, it’s incredible!” Christen chimed in, playing along with a conspiratorial wink at Josh.

“Yep, I can make the car move!”

“Oh, I love that trick! It’s so cool!” Tobin added, glancing at the kids through the rearview mirror.

“But Mommy is making the car move,” Sophie said with another frown, her teary eyes narrowing in confusion as she tried to understand.

“Yes, but now we’re at a stoplight, see? And Mommy can’t move the car. But I can make it move with my mind, like in the movies,” Josh explained seriously.

“You have superpowers?” Sophie asked, her eyes widening with awe.

“Yeah, mind powers,” Josh said, pointing to his forehead. “Wanna see?”

Sophie nodded enthusiastically, her tiredness momentarily forgotten.

“Okay, now watch the stoplight…” Josh instructed, keeping his eyes on the red light ahead. “When I count to zero, it’ll turn green.”

Sophie focused intently on the stoplight, completely unaware that her moms were biting their lips to keep from laughing.

“Getting closer…” Josh said, his voice low and dramatic as he kept his eyes on the light. “Five, four, three, two, one… zeroooo!”

Right on cue, the light turned green.

“Whoa, the car’s moving again! Well done, Josh!” Tobin exclaimed in a mock-surprised tone, starting the car again as Christen clapped her hands.

“You moved the car!!” Sophie gasped, her eyes wide with admiration as she looked at her older brother.

“Yep, it’s my favorite magic trick!” Josh replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“Do it again!” Sophie begged, her earlier tears completely forgotten.

“Okay, I’ll do it when Mommy stops the car again,” Josh agreed, pleased that his sister had finally stopped crying.

“Mommy, stop the car!”

“Soon, baby, when we reach the next stoplight!” Tobin promised, chuckling.

The trip back home went smoothly, thanks to Josh’s “superpowers.”

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"My moms say family is the most important thing in the world," Sophie began saying. "I have a brother and two mommas who love me, and also my Grandpa Cody, my Grandpa Jeff, and my Grandma Cindy," she listed, her expression serious as she made sure not to miss anyone. "And I have lots of cousins, aunties and uncles. Some of them live far away, but they visit us, or we go visit them. I always have a lot of fun with my family. And we have a dog named Leo! We all love him and play with him all the time. But sometimes he’s naughty—like the other day, he tried to eat one of Mommy’s shoes, but she stopped him just in time."

Next to Sophie, Tobin grimaced, recalling the close call with one of her favorite Jordan 1’s. The memory was still fresh, and although she loved that little dog to pieces, she couldn’t help but feel a little protective over her sneakers collection.

"My Grandma Stacy is my Mama's mom," Sophie continued. "I don't know her because she's in Heaven, but my mommas and Grandpa Cody say she was really nice. I've seen a lot of photos of her, and she was really pretty. Mama says she misses her, but that Grandma is happy in Heaven now and she always looks after us."

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This Saturday morning was different from the usual. It had become a family tradition to go hiking together on a nice trail after enjoying Tobin’s famous Saturday pancakes. But today, Josh wasn’t feeling well, and after breakfast, he had reluctantly gone back to bed to get some extra rest. Tobin, feeling bad for her son, decided to stay with him, turning the situation into a fun morning of playing Mario Kart together. And with a bit of encouragement from Tobin, Christen had decided to go hiking with Sophie who was, as usual, bubbling with energy.

Sophie loved nature, especially flowers, and she always enjoyed running along the trails. Christen let her run ahead, enjoying the sound of her daughter’s laugh and the sight of her bright brown eyes whenever she discovered something new and exciting, like a rare bug or a colorful flower.

At one point during this hike, though, it was Christen who found her attention captured. As they walked along the trail, she spotted a bush adorned with beautiful orange and pink flowers. She stopped in her tracks, the beauty of the flowers pulling at her heartstrings. Her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears as memories flooded back.

“Hey, Soph! Come over here, I want to show you something,” Christen called out, her voice gentle as she gestured for Sophie to come closer.

“What is it, Mama? Another butterfly?” Sophie asked, running over to Christen.

“Nope, it’s a flower. And it’s a really special flower. Look!” Christen said, pointing out the details to Sophie.

“Ohh, it’s so pretty! And it’s orange—my favorite color!”

“I know! And look at these pink colors on the edges of the petals,” Christen added, her voice soft as she traced the flower with her finger.

“Whoa! They’re the prettiest flowers!”

“Do you know why these flowers are super special?” Christen asked, her voice thick with emotion. Sophie shook her head, her curiosity piqued. “Because they were your Grandma Stacy’s favorite flowers ever.”

“Really?!”

“Really,” Christen confirmed with a smile. “She loved walking around here, and whenever she saw these flowers, she’d get a big smile on her face, like the one you have now. They made her so happy.”

“They make me happy too because they’re pretty! And they make you smile, too,” Sophie observed.

“They do, yeah. They remind me of my mom… your grandma. I used to come walk here with her, just like I’m doing with you now.”

“So orange was Granny’s favorite color like mine?”

“Yep, that’s something you two have in common!” Christen replied, her smile growing as she picked one of the flowers and gently placed it behind Sophie’s ear. “There you go, sweetheart. Wait, why did you pick another one?”

“To put it on Granny’s picture at home and make it pretty,” Sophie answered with a bright smile, leaning against Christen.

“Thank you so much, you’re a sweetheart. I love you,” Christen said warmly, her heart swelling with love for her daughter. She kissed Sophie’s cheek again, then stood up, offering her hand for Sophie to take. “Shall we go look for more flowers?”

“Yeah! Let’s find more!” Sophie agreed eagerly, slipping her small hand into Christen’s as they continued down the trail.

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Back at Sunnybrook Elementary School, Sophie kept talking, unaware of the family memories that kept coming back to her moms as they listened to her.

"My moms love each other a lot because they're always laughing, making jokes, and having fun together. They hug and joke around all the time, and they kiss each other too, and my brother thinks it’s kinda gross, but I think it's cute because they're in love, and love is nice," the little girl explained simply, making all the parents in the class ‘awwww’ at her words again, and Christen and Tobin smile proudly.

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“Come on, Chris, we need a teammate!” Tobin called out from the pool.

“Yes, Mama, come help us!” Josh echoed, splashing in the water.

Christen, who was lounging comfortably on a chair in her father’s backyard, sighed contentedly. “I’m done with the pool for today, guys. I’m just sunbathing and relaxing…” she began, but her words were cut off as a splash of cold water landed squarely on her bare stomach. “Ow! Who did that?”

Laughter erupted from the pool, where Tobin, their two kids, Christen’s older sister, her dad, and her cousins, along with their own children, were all enjoying the water.

“I really don’t want to play right now, guys! I just dried off…” she protested, only to be interrupted by another splash. “Okay, stop it!”

“Come on, Mamaaa! Just one game, we need to win against Grandpa!” Josh pleaded.

“Oh, so you’re the one splashing water at me, Joshua?” Christen asked, narrowing her eyes playfully.

“Nope, it’s me,” Tobin quickly chimed in, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Josh, who widened his eyes at being discovered. “Come on, baby, help us out here. I know you want to win against Tyler…”

“I mean, she can try. Do you think your mom can win against me, Soph?” Tyler, Christen’s older sister, teased as she held Sophie in her arms. But the girl was blissfully enjoying the water, ignoring the light-hearted family argument.

“Hmmm, yes! Mama always wins!”

“But don’t you want Aunty Ty to win?”

“Yeah, but Mama’s the best!”

“Okay, I give up, I can’t compete with my sister’s biggest fan…” Tyler said, feigning a pout.

With a resigned sigh, Christen got up from her chair. Tobin, grinning from ear to ear, offered her a hand as her wife made her way slowly down the pool steps. And just as Christen was getting used to the cool water, Tobin suddenly pulled her in, causing the younger woman to squeal in surprise. They both splashed into the water, laughing.

“Tobin!!” Christen shrieked, playfully throwing herself at her wife and splashing water in her face while Tobin cackled, trying to shield herself.

“I’m sorry!”

“You’re not sorry, and you know it!” Christen shot back, chasing Tobin around the pool. When she finally caught her, she splashed more water at Tobin, both of them laughing.

Their playful moment was interrupted by a colorful inflatable beach ball bouncing off Tobin’s head. “Okay, KIDS, stop fighting and let’s start the game!” Cody called out as the rest of the family laughed.

Christen leaned in close to Tobin, whispering against her lips, “I know it was Josh and not you who splashed me first,” then she pecked her lips, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “It was cute.”

Tobin spent the first few minutes of the family game with a lovesick smile on her face.

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“My mommas love playing soccer, too. They were professional players and won the Olympics and the World Cup, so they have a lot of medals and trophies. Look, these are the medals they won in the World Cup and Olympics, they are so shiny!” the girl said excitedly, showing her classmates the gold and bronze medals. “But my moms don’t play on teams anymore because they’re old now…”

“Ouch,” Christen whispered to Tobin with a teasing smile.

“Kids never lie, but that stung,” Tobin grimaced, exchanging a playful look with her wife as their daughter’s honesty hit home.

“But they still play with me and my brother,” Sophie continued. “They teach us a lot of tricks, and we have so much fun together. I have a lot of aunties who play soccer, too! Last week, I went to a US game with my moms, and it was super fun. My brother and I walked on the pitch with auntie Lindsey before the game, and after the game we went back to the pitch again with our mommas and we helped them say hi to a lot of people.”

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“Come on, Soph, shoot!” Tobin shouted encouragingly as she passed the ball to her daughter, who was right in front of the goal.

The seven-year-old, who was wearing an old “Heath 17” jersey, focused as she controlled the ball with her feet, surprisingly good for her age. She then kicked it confidently toward the right corner of the goal, which was being defended by none other than her favorite soccer auntie, Alyssa Naeher. The 45-year-old retired goalkeeper, dressed casually in jeans, a plain t-shirt, and sneakers, made a playful show of diving to the right side. She just barely touched the ball with the tips of her fingers, allowing it to roll into the net.

The crowd of fans watching from behind the goal cheered loudly as the ball crossed the line, joined by the players on the pitch who couldn’t help but "aww" at the adorable scene. Sophie, beaming with pride, celebrated by sprinting back toward her family as she extended her arms on a familiar airplane celebration, a smile lighting up her face.

“Well done, baby!” Tobin cheered, scooping her daughter up into her arms and showering her with kisses on both cheeks. “That was amazing!”

“And what a celebration!” Christen added, rubbing Sophie’s back and kissing the side of her head. She waved gratefully at the crowd, who continued to cheer for her little girl. “Definitely not a shy one, this one!”

“Let’s gooo, well done, Sophie!” Lindsey Horan clapped. The girl smiled at her auntie and blushed deeply, suddenly overwhelmed by all the attention, and hugged Tobin tightly.

“That was a great goal, kid!” Alyssa said, now standing beside the family. She met Sophie’s eyes with a warm smile. “So you’re a leftie like your mom Tobin, huh?”

“What’s a leftie?” Sophie asked shyly.

“It means that you kick the ball with this powerful little leg here,” Alyssa explained, tapping the girl’s left leg gently.

“Oh, yes! But I can shoot with the other leg too!”

“Seems like we’ve got the next US soccer star right here,” Alyssa chuckled, exchanging amused looks with Christen and Tobin.

“Oh, believe me, the world of soccer’s not ready for the powerhouse that is this little Heath-Press,” Christen laughed, her green eyes twinkling as she smiled affectionately at her daughter.

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“My mommas always tell me and my brother that every family is different, and that's okay as long as everybody loves each other. And different is good and beautiful. Some kids have a mom and a dad, or two dads, or two moms, or maybe one mom, or just a grandma or a grandpa. It doesn't matter as long as there's love. I have two mommas, and they’re the best. And I love all my family. And that's it.”

Sophie finished her little speech with a shy smile and she looked at her moms. The room was silent for a second, as if everyone was taking in the simple but powerful truth the little girl had just shared. Then, a ripple of applause began, growing louder until it filled the entire room. Christen and Tobin exchanged a glance full of pride and love and hugged their daughter. They both knew how important this moment was for Sophie, and how bravely she had shared her thoughts with everyone.

As the applause slowly died down, Sophie’s teacher, Ms. Parker, stepped forward, her face glowing with admiration. “Thank you, Sophie, for sharing all about your family and such a beautiful message with us,” she said warmly. “You’re absolutely right—every family is special in its own way, and it’s the love that truly makes a family. Now, who wants to go next?”

After a few more students shared their stories, the event began to wind down, and families started to gather their things, chatting and laughing as they prepared to head home. Before leaving, some of Sophie’s friends came up to her to greet her, and the little kids asked Tobin and Christen if they could look at their Olympic and World Cup medals more closely, still in awe of having professional athletes in their classroom.

A bit later, when the event was over, the family made their way out of the school, hand in hand, ready to pick up Josh from school before heading home.

“You did an amazing job today, sweetheart. We’re so proud of you,” Christen said, her dark curls framing her face as she looked down at Sophie with a soft smile. 

“Yeah, kiddo,” Tobin added. “You spoke from your heart, and that’s what matters most.”

“Thanks, mommas,” Sophie grinned up at them, feeling warm and happy inside. As they walked down the street together, the girl looked up at her moms again and gave them her best puppy eyes. “Mommas, can we have grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner?”

Christen chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Tobin. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Anything for our star storyteller.”